Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.